A little scruffy kitten scurries across the street
In front of my car as I was about to pass.
It pauses just as I was about to snuff its life
With the weight of rubber and steel. I stop.
I step out on the dark road brightened only by fog lights
To check on this cowering ball of fur and confusion.
It shows no fear and distrust of me as I reach for its nape,
Gently pulling it up, its weight hung on my hand.
I lay it down on the wet grass beside the dark road, somehow
Ensuring it a few more moments of life crying for its mother.
Turning back and heading for the car, I hear it still crying,
Somehow louder, sadder, imploring me to stay, as if I hadn't stopped.
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